These white people.
Bad Indians took.
You help, we let you go.
You'll be awake in your grave.
You'll be alive when they feed.
I'm glad they like white men, too.
The Burrowers.
The tribe Burrowers? Last night?
Where do we find the Burrowers?
They'll find you.
Even if you do taste like white man by now.
Friendly.
Peaceful.
You are marked. Burrowers.
Faithful.
Burrowers killed my family.
Last night I shot my husband, so he would not have to suffer the feeding.
Burrower. Where from?
They come every third generation.
We tried to escape to the East past the Great River.
Burrower. What is it?
They were here before white people, before humans even.
They feed on buffalo.
They bury food, let it rot.
The poisoned cannot sleep.
When the blood is thick and the organs are soft they return and eat.
They drink.
You killed the buffalo, so the Burrowers found other food.
My father said Ute had fought them.
But the Ute are as wicked as white men. They will not help.
Heal? Make whole?
You can die.
Your wound is spotted.
That's how they will find you.
We shouldn't stop.
Don't stop. It's getting dark. They'll kill us all.
Put wood on the fire.
We should go, keep moving.
They'll find him by his wound. We leave him, he's already dead.
We need to go. We keep moving or we die.
More blood is coming.
Are you able to speak?
You are Ute?
French?
Good, to speak French. We good Indians.
Friends.
We seek a white family.
Lost to... Burrowers.
Dead man - we fix problem.
Little fish... we hunt.
Little fish to hunt with.
Little fish.
We use the sick as little fish. Understand?
From the sick.
You follow you die.
Little fish lost.
Little fish already dead.
Little fish for trap... stay away, we fix.
No!
It didn't work.
They're still alive.